Lin Jialuo crouched down, his eyes fixed on the house behind the bushes.

The houses in the vicinity are all resettlement houses made when the train station was built, and the quality is not so good, and after a few years of hard work, it looks as if it has been dilapidated for more than ten years.

The pastels on the walls have almost come to peel off, revealing a rough layer of sandstone.

Almost none of the fences are used now......

Chapter 165 of "Forensic Files" The same height is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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